PORTAL
 

corpus callosum
bonded close like swords in a stone
velour black sorcerer robe. lounging in a forest of locusts
snap apart your cartilage and cortical bone
judo chopping plates in half like portion control
bored of this whole shit. still the portal is open
draw me in like charcoal bricks and portraiture poses
lord of the snow, mongol warrior swap fortune for blood
axe inside his temple and a fork in his tongue
smoky lung. king cobra clutch when our endorphins are rusty
i guess keeping it in check wasn't important enough
we threw our paper money into corporate corruption
invested all our organelles in mortgage and trusts
chemic instability, deplorable function
when getting out of bed requires a poisonous drug
you know you're fucked.





dm

Dope flex..
Soon as you said black velour sorcerer robes i knew this shit was gonna be amaxing lmao.

Dope dm

lets do something white earl

I like it. Not sure if the King Cobra refereed to the snake of the malt but I dig it either way. Also I recently read a book of poetry called The Autobiography of Death (Kim Hyesoon) that I think you’d enjoy.

thanks for the rec man. i'll search it up.

I thought this was a good written, Dead Man. I truly enjoyed this work. I truly enjoyed this work. It was very good. Nice one.